ELARDUS PARK: WHERE THE TREES SLEEP

The heart of Elardus Park beats softly now, a faint murmur amidst the towering ancient oaks. Sunlight struggle to pierce the thick leaves, casting long, dancing shadows stump-removal-menlopark on the forest floor. Where once laughter and joy echoed through the glades, there is now a suffocating silence. No longer heard are children's laughter